Mummy, Where's Daddy?

Niall and I were just fine, meeting each other when I was 15 and he was 19. We fell in love, and I was completely smitten with him. But after one drunken night, four years after we met, six months dating, I fell pregnant. Niall walked out when he found out, couldn't cope with the pressure of being a dad at 23. Only 19, I was confused, hurt and upset. When I was at the 8-months mark, I pulled myself together and got on with life. Now Alexander is 3, and he's starting to ask questions. Will his daddy be back?


2. What Happened?

What happened? You think, and I'm going to tell you what happened.

I remember when I was 15, a young teenager badass, and Niall was 19. We met in a pub, in Derby, England. He was such a gentleman, in fact he was drinking, but not drunk yet, and I got so drunk I couldn't even walk in a straight line, he drove me to his hotel, booked a room for me and let me stay the night in the room next to his. In the morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache and he came into my room and gave me some of his clothes to wear. He also nipped down to the local pharmacy and bought me some antibiotics for the headache. Staying in my room, he sat on my bed and we just talked, getting to know each other. Ending up as close friends, we knew each other for four years. In August, 2009, on a hot summer day, he asked me to go on a picnic with him at the park in Manchester. Agreeing, I was thrilled because I realized I had feelings for him over the four years we known each other. Arriving there, he grabbed my hand and he gently pulled me to a field, not the place where we planned to go to. "I just wanted some privacy, you know," he said, grinning and winking. Blushing, I nod and helped him lay out the picnic and set out the foods. As usual, he brought many and many of different foods and in a half a hour, we both had eaten them all. "Can I ask you something?" he piped up, as we lay on the grass looking up at the clouds.

"Anything," I reply, sitting up.

"Don't slap me or anything, I'm going to try something, okay?" he questions, and I laugh then nods. Then in the most cutest voice, he asked me to be his princess; "You're a princess. Will you be my princess?" and I just burst into tears on the spot. After letting the news sink in, I nodded to say yes, and we shared our first kiss under a tree.

But, when we went out clubbing, four months later, we gotten really drunk and we went back to his hotel and well, basically, one thing led to another. Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant and Niall just, he just walked out. On his girlfriend and his unborn child. Alex's now three years old, and Niall haven't came back....yet. I'm going to hunt him down, once I have time.

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